Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.